Wake Up - The Walkmen

Out of station through my radio

Nothing’s on

It’s like a joke that’s told without its final line

Where’s it going?

Where had it belonged?

I know

I’m trying

I’m trying to wake up

Wake up

And I tell by you way too far

Looking back I had a casing

Sentimental suns and shade

Would they ever spin around?

Foward

They’re trying

They’re trying

And so they do

In the call of a new world

As I climb to the next floor

Haven’t we met before

Under brighter skies above

Above

Anyway, its fine

We’re walking through wind

Unfamiliar scenes, we’re choking on it

And we’re shaking hands with someone we dont know now

Wake up

Wake up